Alex strolled in, carrying something and plopping it down on the island in front of me. It was a black suit with a white shirt and black necktie. Kind of like Rika’s. There were gloves and shoes, too. I looked to Alex. “It’s a party, after all,” she said. And then she put my mask on top. I laughed a little. The irony wasn’t lost on me. We weren’t boys in hoodies anymore, I guess. It was time to reintroduce ourselves to Thunder Bay.
